Pairing: Diarmuid x Gilgamesh

Rating: M


For Gilgamesh, the Fourth Holy Grail War was nothing more than a boring game. He was stuck with a plain and uninteresting master and most of the other participants were not worth his attention. However, there were exceptions to this.

First there was the priest who was convinced pleasure was a sin. A man, he felt, needed to be educated in this topic, which he was now working on.

Then there was the King who conquered the known world, an imposter worthy of a fight.

Of course, there was also the little girl who thought she was a king! A stubborn woman whose ideals were far too grand for and only caused her pain.

Then there was him. At first, the King of Heroes though he was only another mongrel, but he had proven his ability to entertain. It's not that Gilgamesh felt sorry for Lancer, and his bad luck in both life and this war, it was just that the man's anguished face was beautiful.

Lancer was unhappy to say the least. It wasn't that he was dissatisfied with his master; Kayneth was good with military matters and Sola-ui was giving him a suitable stream of mana. The problem was he couldn't shake the niggling feeling that this would end up like what happened with Fionn and Grainne if he wasn't careful.

He hated his curse, he hated what it did to women. It would be different if he was some kind of harem protagonist, but he had no interest in that. However, this was a new age with new opportunities. He might finally find someone who wouldn't be affected by his curse.

Gilgamesh was strolling through town. He had nothing to do as Tokiomi was strategizing with Kirei. He was thoroughly bored. As he was passing through the shopping district, not really paying attention, something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. It was Lancer, looking downcast. Gil chuckled, he now had a method to alleviate his boredom.

"Lancer!" he called out. The spearman tensed up and turned slowly to face him. "This isn't good" Diarmuid thought. "We can't fight here" Lancer scanned the area, noticing the plethora of civilians. "Don't worry, I'm not here to fight" the Golden King said, walking up to Lancer and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Then what do you want" Diarmuid asked cautiously, watching the hand on his shoulder.

"Just a chat"

"What?" Lancer was beyond confused. What would the King of Heroes want to chat about? "Come" Gilgamesh ordered as he turned around and started to make his way to the nearby park. Diarmuid was worried it was a trap, but something about Archer made him relax somewhat, it didn't seem he wanted a fight.

The park was quiet and peaceful. Gilgamesh sat on the beach and gestured for Lancer to join him. "So" Lancer started "What do you want?" "You look depressed, is something the matter" the King inquired. "It's not really any of your business" Diarmuid retorted. "That's no fun" Gil stated, dissatisfied. "You're Master is an ignorant mongrel and his fiancé is a harlot, is that it?"

Suddenly, Lancer jumped up and pointed one of his lances at Gil's throat. "I do not take lightly to insults against my Master" he growled. "Heh" Gilgamesh chuckled. He too stood up, shuffled past the lance and placed his hand on the hand Lancer was holding his spear with. Lancer jerked. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, I was just stating the obvious" he smirked. "You-" Lancer started. "Oh, be quiet, mongrel" Gilgamesh cut in. "I was going to say I can help you feel better"

"What do you mean?" Lancer narrowed his eyes at the Gilded Asshole. "Oh, relax! I'm not going to hurt you" Gil reassured lancer, moving his face closer to Diarmuid "I'm just bored and looking for some fun" Gil finished this action by bringing the lips together. He grabbed Lancer's chin with one hand and using the other to force Lancer to drop his lance before lacing their fingers together.

Lancer gulped and tried to move away, but Gil merely followed him, keeping their lips together. Lancer realized where this was going, but much to his surprise, he didn't reject the idea. This man was beautiful and obviously wanted him, but not because of his curse. Was this what he was waiting for?

Gil pulled away expecting to see Lancer disgusted. However, Lancer merely stared back at the blonde with eyes full of lust. Gilgamesh smirked. Without saying anything, both men walked towards a forested area away from prying eyes.

Gil may have been a proud King but he was a King of pleasures, so he let the spearman take the lead. Lancer smashed their mouths together rougher than Gilgamesh had anticipated and he gasped, allowing Diarmuid's tongue in. Gil blushed under Lancer ferocity, he wasn't expecting the man to be so pent up. Diarmuid pressed the other man into a tree, pushing against him with his entire body and placing a leg between Gil's.

Diarmuid pulled away to look at his work. Gil was visibly panting; his face was red and his eyes were averted. Diarmuid was the one to smirk this time, he could get used to this.

Lancer slid a hand under Gil's shirt as he moved in for a gentler kiss. Gilgamesh shuddered, Diarmuid's hands were cold. Lancer wormed his hands up to Gil's chest where he worked on his sensitive parts. Gil started to squirm under Lancer's touch, he had no idea the man was so talented.

Lancer started to trail one of hand down Gil's stomach sending shivers up the Golden man's spine and Diarmuid deepened the kiss. His hand traversed Gil's stomach and navel before reaching his trousers, where he worked to undo his belt and fly. Gils pants fell to his ankle along with his underwear in one fell swoop, exposing his growing hard-on to the world.

This was where Diarmuid's experience ended, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. He reached down with his free hand and wrapped it around Gil's manhood, causing him to gasp. Lancer pulled out of the kiss and lent down to nip and suck at Gil's chest as he slowly stroked Gil's length.

Lancer paused to remove Gil's and his own tops before biting and sucking Gilgamesh's neck and playing with the tip of his pride and joy. Gil started panting strongly, he was enjoying this but he felt somewhat embarrassed at this compromised position.

Diarmuid moved his hand from Gilgamesh's now throbbing rod under his leg, pulling it up over his shoulder. He then pushed his finger up to Gilgamesh's mouth. Gil coated them his saliva obediently, deciding he couldn't back away now. Diarmuid passionately kissed Gil as he slid two fingers into his ass. Gilgamesh's entire body shuddered at the sensation. Lancer moved his fingers in and out of Gilgamesh, stretching him and making him moan.

When Diarmuid decided he couldn't take it anymore, he undid his trousers and placed his tip at Gilgamesh's entrance. He slowly pressed it passed the ring of muscle protecting Gilgamesh's anal virginity. Gil let out an audible scream as Lancer lost his patience and filled his cavity with pulsating cock. Diarmuid, sick of waiting, took the remaining residue of Gilgamesh's innocence with rough vigor.

Gil let out a yelp with every thrust of Diarmuid's pelvis. "It hurts" He cried out. Diarmuid responded by readjusting himself to push against Gil's prostrate, causing his yelps to turn into erotic yells. It wasn't long until Gil was sent well over the edge, coating his chest in a thin layer of cum. As his muscles constricted around Diarmuid's engorged member, he felt something hot and sticky fill him. Lancer pulled out, letting some cum drip out onto the ground, he lowered Gil's leg to the ground and looked at the man he'd just taken.

Gil's face was stained with tears and trails of spit. Lancer merely smiled and gently kissed the man. "That wasn't enough for you?" Gil said. "Of course not, but let's continue at a later date" Lancer responded, a wide grin on his face. How could he not smile? Not many people get the King of Heroes to make that face and live. Although Gil was angry that he had been reduced to such a state, he reveled in pleasure and wouldn't say no to a round two if Diarmuid decided to pay him a visit. The King of Heroes was prideful but he loved pleasure more than his pride, and even he could admit that that was one of the more pleasurable experiences he's had.

After Lancer had left and Gil redressed, the Golden King smiled to himself. If he put his pride aside for a little while, maybe this Holy Grail War will be more enjoyable. For Lancer, he was just happy he had finally found what he had been looking for.